After the last, I went for a walk and kind of worked out where the final story in this sequence will go to finish of the arc (and set up the next sequence), and resolved to sketch it out for myself.
So there I was, staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of me, trying to pull story threads together. One of the characters was shifting in his seat with his hand in the air, trying to attract my attention. I ignored him as best I could until, finally, I snapped.
"Yes? What do you want?"
"Please sir, I need my own story."
I was about to curse and throw something at him, when I realised he was right. I'm 4500 words in and kinda liking it so far.
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The Obfuscatory Half-Truth
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- Grumpy middle-aged bloke, blogging about my half-assed attempts at writing
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